"I think I'll get there first. Don't you worry—I'm pretty sure to head them off. Only keep an eye open."
"Thank you," said Ralph. "So they are back in town? Are they going about openly?"
"They came late this afternoon. A friend told me he saw them driving along in a cab, fixed up reckless. He said they had on the latest new togs, diamond pins, kid gloves, et settery, till you couldn't rest."
"I should think that was rather venturesome on Slump's part," said Ralph.
"You mean, because there's a warrant out for him on that old junk-stealing case?"
"Yes," answered Ralph.
"It's settled."
"It's—what?" demanded Ralph in profound astonishment.
"Settled—at least fixed up in some way."
"How do you know?" inquired Ralph skeptically.
"Adair, the road detective, told a crossings man, boiling hot over it. Said that Slump had gone to the justice, put in an appearance, and was bound over to next court term."
"Why," said Ralph, "that looks incredible. He would have to give bonds."
"Yes, five hundred dollars' bail. He gave it,
